He held a brush in his hand and painted with a focused expression. The wide robe danced in the air, and his free and casual demeanor was as indifferent as his.

Yan Danqing is painting his beloved daffodils, the basic skeleton has already been drawn, and now he is concentrating on adding ink.

In his pen, it seems that every stroke is invested with all his feelings, even the slender branches and weak leaves, without exception.

I don't know why, but when he devotes himself to painting, he forgets a qiē.

The painful reality and tedious life will disappear, only the picture that is clear in his chest, the strong and powerful strokes, and the melancholy and sentimental sorrow, as if all his life.

He hid in his paintings, in quiet corners of the paintings.

Perhaps only in this way will there be less tediousness in the world, and there will be less harm to him in the world.

He hid in his paintings sadly, reluctant to come out.

He already knew about Princess Rouran's promise to the prince of Tubomutu.

The moment he learned the news, he hurried to his studio and painted this daffodil.

Qing'er walked softly.

She was eager to know what would happen to Yan Danqing when she knew about it, whether he was okay, and what she could do, so she hurriedly ran over.

Looking at him, her gaze was filled with endless worry.

He was still wearing a loose robe as usual.

In the breeze, the clothes flutter.

He painted calmly, as if he had done before.

From a distance, it is fresh and bland, quiet and beautiful.

She couldn't bear to disturb him, just as she couldn't bear to disturb the fragile beauty in front of her, which could disappear at any moment.

Perhaps, only in this way will he feel better, perhaps, only in this way his heart will not be so painful.

She looked at him quietly, and felt a deep, indescribable sadness.

He held up the long sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, paused slightly, and half-turned to look at Qing'er.

"Qing'er, are you here?"

Although it was an understatement, Qing'er felt that he had exhausted all his strength.

"Brother Yan, are you painting?"

Qing'er leaned in gently, with intention, but more intentionally.

"I just walked over and saw Brother Yan painting, and I couldn't bear to disturb him, so I stood in the distance and watched for a while."

Yan Danqing lowered her eyebrows and smiled, her eyebrows becoming more and more delicate.

It's as if between him and her, there is nothing but painting.

"Qing'er, you see this is the painting I just made, it's still a little retouched, it's okay, I'm a little melancholy for the rest of the strokes, I don't know how to write, why don't you come and help me comment." It also saves me so much nerve. ”

Qing'er walked over with a smile.

"Then I'll get an axe in the class, Brother Yan don't make fun of it."

Qing'er watched his paintings for a long time.

"In addition to the skillful technique, the strokes, I think this painting has more emotions than the previous paintings. This kind of feeling is endless, but there is nothing to be done. Perhaps, only by placing a passion on painting can it be fully brought into play. Brother Yan, according to Qing'er, I think that here, and here, should increase its sense of style. ”

Qing'er pointed to the top of the daffodil, the side of one side.

"You can't see or touch the wind, but you can depict it with a paintbrush."

Yan Danqing listened to Qing'er's description and nodded slightly.

Under the violent wind, the daffodil bends helplessly, it cannot control its own destiny, and can only fall with the wind.

Daffodils can't control their own destiny, can Princess Rouran be able to control their own destiny?

Is the love between Princess Rouran and Yan Danqing like a daffodil, ravaged and destroyed by the raging wind?

Qing'er looked at him gently, and his expression became even more sad.

The worry made Qing'er even more difficult to speak.

Yan Danqing looked sideways at the daffodil, holding the right hand of the paintbrush, half raised in the air.

"Qing'er, you know what? The emperor gave Princess Rouran to Prince Mutu of Tibet. ”

He was silent for a long time, his eyes were empty and lonely.

"I have heard that Prince Mutu is young and promising, perhaps, they are a good match, a match made in heaven. One is a princess and the other is a prince, how good, isn't this how marriage in the world is? ”

His words were so breezy that they seemed to have nothing to do with him, but the only thing that stood out was his desperate sneer.

"That said, but things haven't reached the point of no return, have they? Brother Yan, you don't have to be overly sad, you can always think of a way. ”

Qing'er looked at him.

Yan Danqing looked up at the sky and laughed.

"Method, what other way is there to think about, now that the emperor's list has been issued, the emperor has a golden mouth, what is the use of thinking of a way? A prince, a princess, what a marriage! What a beautiful woman! ”

Seeing him regress like this, Qing'er's calm heart became no longer calm.

She stepped forward and grabbed Yan Danqing's collar fiercely, "It's not the end yet, what's the use of you feeling sorry for yourself like this!" A princess, a prince, is it a perfect match? You asked Princess Rouran if she didn't, you asked her if she didn't, would she do it? She would do it! ”

Qing'er let go of him fiercely, and he became even more decadent, standing there staggeringly, almost as if he would fall to the ground at the slightest breeze.

"Yan Danqing, have you asked me if I am willing?"

Suddenly, there was a thunderous and sad sound outside the door.

Yan Danqing woke up as if he was shivering, and his sad eyes became clear.

Princess Rouran walked quietly.

She is light and graceful.

Qing'er saluted gently.

Yan Danqing stood there quietly, holding a paintbrush.

Seeing them meet in this situation, Qing'er couldn't bear to disturb and quietly retreated.

Now, their time together is very precious, no one knows what will happen in the next moment, what will happen in the future, and it is a moment to be together.

Whether it is pain or love, the qiē at this time is extremely precious to them.

She ran over lightly, with a brisk pace, and took him in her arms from behind.

He let her hold him like that, his sad face, and the brush held in the air seemed to write endless sadness.

"Yan Danqing, have you thought about my feelings? Did you ask me, did you ask me if I would like to? ”

Princess Rouran let go of him, her little fist pounding him on the back.

He just let her fight like that, and didn't move.

"Yan Danqing, do you really plan to abandon me?"

He stood there weakly.

The melancholy eyes seem to be thinking about the past.

"Rouran, you know what? When I first saw you, I felt that you were as beautiful as the wind, with clear eyes and a simple voice like a silver bell. That day, I stood there quietly, just watching for a long time, watching you run in the sunset, your dress flying, what a soft picture. At that moment, I understood that you were the most perfect painting I had chased in my life! ”